Extra Reward for Guessing Correctly

"About two hours."

Putting down the book he was reading, Ren estimated the time and answered softly.

"I slept for two hours?"

Hearing this, Miku quickly sat up straight, she didn't want to sleep too long.

"What's wrong with you?"

Ren asked, puzzled, looking at Miku sitting upright and still in chair without speaking or making any movements.

"...My arm fell asleep."

After a moment, Miku answered somewhat reluctantly.

She had slept with her arm above her head for two full hours. Now that she had woken up, she could clearly feel that her arm no longer belonged to her.

"Do you need my help to massage it?" Ren asked proactively.

"No, let me do it slowly."

Miku declined without hesitation.

Especially because when the arm fell asleep, it would feel uncomfortable to touch it just like that, let alone massage it.

"Oh."

Ren had never experienced this situation before, and he still didn't know how to deal with it.

"Ren, how far have you read?"

Seeing him pick up the book again, Miku asked him.

"I still have ten pages left, and I've finished reading everything."

Turning the book to the last page, Ren answered honestly.

"You read it that quickly?"

"Just because most of the tutorial is drawings, and the text takes up very little space." Ren said.

"I see." Miku nodded in agreement, "Then how do you study?"

"I know how to draw simple pictures, but I'm not very skilled in other areas."

Without relying on superpowers, it still takes time to master the skill of painting that quickly.

Miku checked, "Is the simple drawing you're talking about referring to [Simple Kindergarten Drawing]?"

"Yes."

He only took a book of simple drawings.

"Then keep up the good work!" Miku continued to encourage, "While you're learning to draw, I can be your model."

"Sure." Ren agreed.

After ending this topic, Miku didn't speak anymore, just calmly waiting for Ren to finish reading the remaining ten pages, and waiting for the numbness in her arm to go away.

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"Time flies."

Walking out of the library with him, Miku took out phone, checked the time, and sighed.

"Indeed." Ren nodded.

"It seems like I accidentally slept too long earlier."

Miku had initially thought to hang out with him after reading the book, but now it seemed like that idea could only be abandoned.

"Not too long, just two hours."

Ren didn't see any problem at all.

"I didn't do anything weird while I was sleeping, did I?"

Talking about this, Miku suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked him.

"What do you mean by weird movements?"

"Like drooling and snoring."

Miku said this very softly, especially because she was very worried that it would happen to her.

If that happened, her image in front of him would be completely ruined.

"No, you looked peaceful when you were sleeping."

Although he had just been reading a book, Ren always paid attention to Miku.

"That's good."

Hearing his answer, Miku felt relieved.

After straightening her bangs and adjusting the position of her headphones around her neck, she changed the subject: "Ren, you still owe me matcha ice cream. Do you remember this?"

"I remember."

Ren owed her this ice cream before he agreed to accompany Miku to the library to return the book. The reason was he snatched Miku's words.

"I want to eat it now."

Miku turned to look at Ren and reminded him gently.

"In that case, I'll buy it for you on the way home?" Ren asked for her opinion.

"Yes." Miku answered while shaking the book she had just borrowed from the library, then asked, "After I finish reading this book, will you still accompany me to return it?"

"I will."

It wasn't difficult, just a matter of occasionally accompanying her to the library.

"Very good."

Miku celebrated with a low voice, but her voice was lower than in the library.

After walking far out of school, they finally found a convenience store.

"Ren, buy the ice cream. I'll wait for you here."

Pointing to the vending machine on the roadside, Miku told him.

"Um."

Ren walked towards the convenience store.

Seeing him enter the convenience store, Miku took out wallet, found some coins, inserted them into the vending machine, and pressed the matcha soda button in the corner.

After a while, Ren returned carrying two matcha ice creams.

"You bought two ice creams."

As Ren walked in front of her, Miku, whose hands were behind her back, noticed this.

"Yes."

Because of that, Ren handed one of the ice creams to Miku.

"Here."

"Wait a moment, let's play a game. Guess which hand is holding the drink." Miku didn't take it, but said, "There will be an extra reward for guessing correctly."

"Right hand."

Basically, the chances were ½, so there was no harm in just guessing.

"Correct guess."

Miku pulled her right hand from behind her back, holding a can of matcha soda in her hand.

"This bottle is yours."

"What's the extra reward?" Ren was a little curious about this.

"Another can of drink."

Under his gaze, Miku pulled her left hand from behind her back, still holding a can of matcha soda.

"These two bottles are yours." She said with a chuckle.

"I can't handle it, so let's each take one can."

Ren said this when he realized that Miku didn't buy him a drink.

"No, this is the drink I gave you. You can't just give it back to me." Miku refused, "You have to drink it all."

(Is it forbidden to just give it back to her like this?)

Ren felt he understood her meaning.

"Can you get me some ice cream?"

After thinking for a moment, he handed both ice creams to Miku.

"Okay."

Placing two cans of drink in the vending machine, Miku took the ice cream.

Then, Ren took out a small notebook with sticky notes and a black marker from his pocket.

"What are you going to do?"

Seeing his actions, Miku asked curiously.

"Drawing."

Ren answered, taking the pen and starting to draw on the sticky note.

"What do you want to draw..."

Before she finished speaking, Ren stopped writing, tore off the sticky note, and stuck it on one of the matcha soda cans.

"I can give it to you now."

"Eh?"

Seeing the sticky note on the drink can, Miku looked very surprised.

The picture on the sticky note was none other than a version of herself.

Although it was a simple drawing, at a glance, people could tell that it was her.